WARNING: You are trying to view
content from Ultimate-Guitar.com
in an unauthorized application,
which is prohibited.
Please use an official Ultimate
Guitar Tabs application for iPhone,
iPad or Android to access legitimate
chords, guitar, bass, and drum tabs
from Ultimate-Guitar.com database.
Type "ultimate guitar tabs" in Apple
App Store's or Android Market's
search to find the application.

Written by Bob Dylan. This is The Byrds version. From The Byrds album 'The Byrds play Dylan'.
intro/riff : d(1) d(2) slide to d(3) slide back to d(2)
D/B
Darkness at the break of noon
D/A
Shadows even the silver spoon
D/C
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
D/B
Eclipses both the sun and moon
D/Bb
To understand you know too soon
riff
There is no sense in trying.
D/B
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
D/A
Suicide remarks are torn
D/C
From the fools gold mouthpiece
D/B
The hollow horn plays wasted words
D/Bb
Proved to warn
That he not busy being born
riff
Is busy dying.
D/B
Temptation's page flies out the door
D/A
You follow, find yourself at war
D/C
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
D/B
You feel to moan but unlike before
D/Bb
You discover
D/Bb
That you'd just be
D/Bb
One more person crying.
DA
So don't fear if you hear
DG
A foreign sound to you ear
DAGAD Riff
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.
So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your
ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm
only sighing.
(D/B)As some warn victory,
some downfall
(D/A)Private reasons great or
small
(D/C)Can be seen in the eyes
of those that call
(D/B)To make all that should
be killed to crawl
(D/Bb)While others say don't
hate nothing at all
Except hatred.
(D/B)Disillusioned words like
bullets bark
(D/A)As human gods aim for
their mark
(D/C)Made everything from toy
guns that spark
(D/B)To flesh-colored Christs
that glow in the dark
(D/B)It's easy to see without
looking too far
(D/Bb)That not much
Is really sacred.
DA
While preachers preach of
evil fates
(D)Teachers teach that
(G)knowledge waits
(D)Can lead to
(A)Goodness hides behind its
gates
(G)But even the president of
the United States
(A)Sometimes must have
To stand naked.
(D/B)
An' though the rules of
the road have been lodged
It's only people's games
that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I
can make it.
(D/A)
Advertising signs that
con you
Into thinking you're the
one
That can do what's never
been done
That can win what's never
been won
Meantime life outside
goes on
All around you.
(D/C)
You lose yourself, you
reappear
You suddenly find you got
nothing to fear
Alone you stand with
nobody near
When a trembling distant
voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping
ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.
(D/B)
A question in your nerves
is lit
Yet you know there is no
answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind
and not forget
That it is not he or she
or them or it
That you belong to.
(D/Bb)
Although the masters make
the rules
For the wise men and the
fools
I got nothing, Ma, to
live up to.
(D/A)
For them that must obey
authority
That they do not respect
in any degree
Who despise their jobs,
their destinies
Speak jealously of them
that are free
to be
Nothing more than
something
They invest in.
(D/C)
While some on principles
baptized
To strict party platform
ties
Social clubs in drag
Outsiders they can freely
criticize
Tell nothing except who
to idolize
And then say God bless
him.
D/Bb
While one who sings with
his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race
choir
Bent out of shape from
society's pliers
Cares not to come up any
higher
But rather get you down
in the hole
That he's in.
(D/A)
But I mean no harm nor
put fault
On anyone that lives in a
vault
But it's alright, Ma, if
I can't please him.
(D/C)
Old lady judges watch
people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals,
insult and stare
While money doesn't talk,
it swears
Obscenity, who really
cares Propaganda, all is
phony.
D/Bb
While them that defend
what they cannot see
With a killer's pride,
security
It blows the minds most
bitterly
For them that think
death's honesty
Won't fall upon them
naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.
D/B
My eyes collide head-on
with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays
so rough
Walk upside-down inside
handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it
off
Say okay, I have had
enough
What else can you show
me?
D/C
And if my thought-dreams
could be seen
They'd probably put my
head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma,
it's life, and life only.
Seems very hard at the beginning put easy during the middle. If I'm wrong report it.
Enjoy!